Switching Souls
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I emerged from my office, half blind with too many hours of screen time, and fully primed for the evening activities. The parameters were discussed (“make me cum while you shave my cunt,”), the details to remain the domain of my imagination. Sliding the blindfold over your eyes (a ‘deal-breaker’ in your words) sends a spasm through my cock, your sharp intake of breath coinciding with the plunge of my hand down the front of your pants. Your cunt is already beginning to sweat. I pull my hand...
I emerged from my office, half blind with too many hours of screen time, and fully primed for the evening activities. The parameters were discussed (“make me cum while you shave my cunt,”); the details to remain the domain of my imagination. Sliding the blindfold over your eyes (a ‘deal-breaker’ in your words) sends a spasm through my cock, your sharp intake of breath coinciding with the plunge of my hand down the front of your pants. Your cunt is already beginning to sweat. I pull my hand...
ReluctanceNote: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this! Kora Falk – Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch I gripped the ruby amulet as we climbed the small hill revealed behind the massive illusion. At the top, something glinted. Something crystal. The Altar of Souls. My heart beat faster and faster. A hot thrill built and built in me, it grew with every step. I could almost feel the soul of the Biomancer pulsing and quivering inside the ruby. Did he know that his phylactery’s...
Call it fate or destiny, something, or someone, brought our two lost souls together. I never stopped there before, and still, I don't know why, or what made me do so. But, as I entered that small cafe, I saw you there and knew I didn't want to be with any other. It was like an overwhelming sense of emotion that hit me, causing every cell inside my body to intensify to a whole new level.In an instant, the moment your eyes drifted from your book and looked at me, my heart caught an extra beat to...
Love StoriesUnder Grandpa A.J. And Dad's careful guidance, Proto-Tech and the McKesson group caused Obsidian Research to spawn Obsidian Energy Systems. We were poised to revolutionize the automobile industry and finally make the electric car a practical object. Early efforts to paint myself as the reclusive mad genius type had paid off, and I was able to minimize the usual endless rounds of PR appearances and interviews. Minimize did not mean eliminate, however, and I spent the month before the wedding...
True to their word, our mothers had taken over the organizing of the day, and there had been little for us to do. In effect, we needed to show up and get dressed up, then say a few words—everything else had been organized. The ceremony and reception would all take place in the combined backyards of our two houses. Our fathers had removed sections of the fence between the two yards, effectively combining them into one, and the pool had been temporarily decked over, ensuring that no one would...
We all know the story, A bullied kid, a mysterious book, and an amazing adventure where the youngster finds confidence, strength, and a new outlook on life. We all loved those stories as kids didn't we? But... Eventually, we all grow up, we all understand these are just tales. Stories that are only meant to entertain us and take our minds off of the inevitable. That we are all slowly walking towards our deaths. I'm sorry, a bit cynical right? Well... What if I told you that these tales...
FantasyAfter a year of saving up, they bought a nice 3 bedroom bungalow. Granted, it was built in the early 60’s, but the asking price was something they could afford. Over the years, they put in new carpet, and refinished the kitchen to make it modern looking. They even added a deck and placed a hot tub there, and knocked out a window in their bedroom and put in a door, to have easier access to the deck. It was great for late night romps in the tub. Sex was never an issue for Pete and April....
As he enters their bedroom, he stands still in the door opening. He wears nothing but his boxers. It's dark outside, the lights are off. But he can see her quiet naked form in the pale moonlight. Just enough light, to see her beautiful shape. She kicked the sheets off of her, he smile as he watches her. He thinks to himself, "How did I ever get this lucky. So lucky to have her, my one true love, my twin soul. So beautiful..."He stands there for a few more minutes, watching her. She looks so...
The family made it through the first night of their new home, let's see what the second day brings sha'll we? This will be just like part one and will tell all three people involveds point of views. (Aron) Staring down at the burnt toast and strange looking scrambled eggs on his plate as Aron hold's the side of his head. Even after taking his sleeping pills last night he still didn't sleep so well. Had he imagined everything last night? Did he really see the pale skinned beauty in the...
Driving up the long windy road to the cabin Lori thought about Trevor and all they’d been through in the last few months. Before she’d left that day she’d left a note on the dining room table at the house asking him to please meet her at the cabin for a weekend alone just the two of them, now the bags packed, wine and tidbits in the cooler and a quick stop at a lingerie store she was still a good half hour from the cabin Trevor had bought her for their fifth wedding anniversary. She thought...
Driving up the long windy road to the cabin Lori thought about Trevor and all they’d been through in the last few months. Before she’d left that day she’d left a note on the dining room table at the house asking him to please meet her at the cabin for a weekend alone just the two of them, now the bags packed, wine and tidbits in the cooler and a quick stop at a lingerie store she was still a good half hour from the cabin Trevor had bought her for their fifth wedding anniversary. She thought...
(All characters in this story are over the age of 18 years old) In the year 2069, middle of Autumn; Ashfield city is the third largest metropolis in the world with a hefty population of around twenty-seven million people crammed together in what you call home. You being Michael Knight. You're an above average twenty-one year old man, with a height of six-foot, a decently toned body and an incredible academic intelligence due to the prestigious college you attend. However you have mostly coasted...
Hands couldn't fold into fists. They formed the shape of scallop shells neither shallower nor deeper. His torso --thick at the shoulders where muscles bound into a hump at the base of his neck--rigidly tight at the lower back—also formed a curving shell creating a lumbering walk with his head tilted forward leading the way. Balancing on long, tightly muscled legs, each step seemed a precarious lunge forward threatening to escalate momentum falling face first into concrete, as precarious as...
July 8, 1983 Los Angeles, California "Jake, where are you going?" Manny asked as Jake picked up his key ring and headed for the front door. It was 9:25 AM and Manny had just finished cleaning up the mess made from the light breakfast he'd served. "Out," Jake said simply. "But you didn't call a limo," Manny said. "Just taking a little walk, Manny," Jake told him. "Don't worry about it." "But, Jake, you can't just..." "Don't worry about making lunch," Jake said as he...
They met with Steve Crow. He was a young, hip-talking man in a loud but fashionable suit. He had long platinum blonde hair styled in punk rock fashion. He wore sunglasses even though he was indoors. He was intelligent and articulate and he sat and went over each of the previously rejected tracks with them, rating each on its relative merits. "The only one you're absolutely forbidden to record is Its In The Book," he told them. "Which is one of our best songs ever," Matt said...
We all got back to work after forms and started digging out the claypack from the stalls. It would be much more difficult to do that if we waited until the surrounding clay was removed. When Ron came in that afternoon, we moved the camper and trailer back outside and he hooked up to his field unit to pull it out. He'd be using it on another site since we weren't going straight into the house remodel he originally bid on. He also brought Mr. Thornton with him. Arnold Thornton was a bald,...
Councilmember Barrachus led the remarkable young man through the labyrinth of World Portals in silence. Ykir indeed. The story of Ykir was well known to even the lowest initiate-- their whole society was based on his teachings. He had made the Great Ether accessible to humanity, and his spirit still guarded the Fount of Ascendancy to prevent its misuse-- or so the legend went. Only the Seers really drew upon the Fount with any regularity-- mankind was never meant to handle that kind of...
John stretched as he awoke, feeling the familiar and comforting presence of two luscious female forms draped over him. Glancing down he was surprised to see that his bedmates had switched while he was resting, with Helene and Calara replaced by Rachel and Dana. The brunette was fast asleep with a serene expression on her face, but the redhead greeted him with a warm smile. “Good morning sleepyhead,” Dana whispered, leaning in for a kiss. He enjoyed the gentle tenderness as her wonderfully...
Entangled. Chapter 1 There was an air of anticipation in the room as the five men looked to wards the door and the imminent arrival of their guest tonight, or, as they were always known as amongst the group, their 'victim'. Four of the guys there were aged between early forties to mid sixties but one, Michael, was just 22 and felt very privileged and lucky to be admitted as one of their number. He had applied to join the group more in hope than in expectation of being allowed in...
Entangled. Chapter 2 Michael swallowed nervously as the other five guys watched him intently, he was enthralled at the hapless plight of the helpless transvestite who writhed and squirmed within her bondage just a few feet away, he could not help but allow his mind to wander, imagining himself in her place, all prettied up and wearing a gorgeously feminine dress and lingerie. She had been bound in position for around 25 minutes by this time, getting random electric shocks and the...
Entangled - Chapter 3 I am sorry it has taken so long (almost 2 years) for me to write the next chapter but things rather overtook me in my life. You would need to read chapters 1 and 2 to fully understand why Mike finds himself where he is now, but he has volunteered to become The Aficionado's new victim. The Aficianado's are a group of men who enjoy seeing a young man totally feminised before being subjected to a series of humiliating and degrading situations, the young man was...
Written and Edited by PgFalcon The sun was setting in the sky to the west, and I was sitting on the sofa of my two friend’s apartment. A regular day like any other: it promised nothing out of the ordinary might occur… but occur it did. “Hey!” shouts John as I sit down heavily on his couch. “Be more careful!” “Sure, sure,” I say dismissively, looking only to placate him but unable to refrain from grinning sardonically. “I mean it! If you break my couch you’re buying us another...
As always I love to hear what you think of my stories. This story has an adult content and must not be viewed if under 18. Body and Soul by Stephanie CHAPTER 1 The figure waited nervously on top of the building opposite the bar. He was still berating himself for messing up his first job. He had left the girl in agony for too long before ending her life and he was determined not to let it happen again. This time he'd get it right. Right on schedule, the door of the bar opened...
=== The Other Half of My Soul === by Trismegistus Shandy This story is set, with Morpheus's permission, in his Travel Agency universe. It is a sequel to my earlier Travel Agency story "The Family that Plays Together". Thanks to Morpheus for his feedback on the rough draft. This story is released under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License. You may repost it on other sites, for instance, or write new stories based on it, as long as...
Lying next to the fire I am enraptured by the flames. The way they dance against the green marble, reminding me of lovers embracing as they waltz. My mind wanders, thinking back to such embraces, and longing for them once again. Letting my eyes flutter closed, I rest my head against my arm, my body curled slightly on the white fur rug beneath me. As the soft white satin of my gown caresses my skin, the warmth of the fire in front of me soaks through, warming my soul. My ears tuned only to the...
Beautiful soul Drabbles,Poetry - Sentimental - Autobiographical - In Hiding - Rating G - Complete yes - Age N/A Not quite poetry but cryptic prose describing self discovery. A bit morbid at first but is quite a nice read with a good message. Waiting... What am I waiting for? My whole life I've been waiting. I just want to sleep I'm so tired I can't sleep, I lay in bed, my mind writhing over everything, and yet nothing. I hug my panda teddy tighter and try to ignore the...
I spent several weeks moping about heartbroken before comingout of the fog. Nearly two months wasted as Punz grew further and further away. In the end, however, I found myself recalling how we had met and why. That was the key. If I was to find her again, I would need to draw on skills long in disuse, but not forgotten. I resolved that I would be relentless in my pursuit of my beloved. I had stalked her once and won her over. I would track her down a second time, and win her back. That...
Time passed, and as it did, I remained under her spell, a willing prisoner of both the light of love and the dark persuasion of our shared depravity and lusts. Both of us fell into our roles as if we’d been born to them, her as my insatiable mistress and I as her willing pet, both in and out of the boudoir. I became accustomed to the leash she held, both literally and figuratively. In truth, the one time I removed the collar she had placed around my throat, I felt naked and uncertain. From that...
“Good morning, my pet. I trust you slept well?” Rapunzel greeted me that next morning as she always had, her voice full of boundless energy and anticipatory joy for what the day would bring. It was one of the qualities l loved best about her, her endless optimism lay untarnished despite a lifetime of imprisonment in her tower. I made to rise from our bed with a contented sigh, puzzled at first by my inability to do so, blinking the dust of sleep from my eyes as I focused on her the impish...
She paced the floor restlessly, the flagstones under her bare feet worn smooth from a lifetime of relentless steps, her dark silhouette flitting through the dimly lit chamber, mimicking her every move, clinging to the walls and melting into the shadowed corners like some menacing stalker with an agenda all its own. I watched her spin, her eyes filled with suspicion, trying to catch it off guard, pleased by the distraction, she knew she was being watched, but not by whom. Adjusting my focus, I...
I gave her what she wanted or more accurately, what she needed. I gave her the world. I nourished her with knowledge. I set her loose, once more, in the greatest cities of the world, touring their libraries, their universities, their museums, encouraging her to take painting lessons, music lessons, to seek out astronomers, mathematicians, lawyers, and philosophers, and to learn from them. I taught her my own arts, the art of tracking, of fencing, and of stealth. And always, always, I kept one...
I gave her what she wanted or more accurately, what she needed. I gave her the world. I nourished her with knowledge. I set her loose, once more, in the greatest cities of the world, touring their libraries, their universities, their museums, encouraging her to take painting lessons, music lessons, to seek out astronomers, mathematicians, lawyers, and philosophers, and to learn from them. I taught her my own arts, the art of tracking, of fencing, and of stealth. And always, always, I kept one...
HardcoreI spent several weeks moping about heartbroken before comingout of the fog. Nearly two months wasted as Punz grew further and further away. In the end, however, I found myself recalling how we had met and why. That was the key. If I was to find her again, I would need to draw on skills long in disuse, but not forgotten. I resolved that I would be relentless in my pursuit of my beloved. I had stalked her once and won her over. I would track her down a second time, and win her back. That settled,...
HardcoreTime passed, and as it did, I remained under her spell, a willing prisoner of both the light of love and the dark persuasion of our shared depravity and lusts. Both of us fell into our roles as if we’d been born to them, her as my insatiable mistress and I as her willing pet, both in and out of the boudoir. I became accustomed to the leash she held, both literally and figuratively. In truth, the one time I removed the collar she had placed around my throat, I felt naked and uncertain. From that...
Hardcore“Good morning, my pet. I trust you slept well?” Rapunzel greeted me that next morning as she always had, her voice full of boundless energy and anticipatory joy for what the day would bring. It was one of the qualities l loved best about her; her endless optimism lay untarnished despite a lifetime of imprisonment in her tower. I made to rise from our bed with a contented sigh, puzzled at first by my inability to do so, blinking the dust of sleep from my eyes as I focused on her the impish smile...
HardcoreShe paced the floor restlessly, the flagstones under her bare feet worn smooth from a lifetime of relentless steps, her dark silhouette flitting through the dimly lit chamber, mimicking her every move, clinging to the walls and melting into the shadowed corners like some menacing stalker with an agenda all its own. I watched her spin, her eyes filled with suspicion, trying to catch it off guard, pleased by the distraction; she knew she was being watched, but not by whom. Adjusting my focus, I...
HardcoreHello friends. What’s the craic? This is a continuation of my story. Please read the previous parts to enjoy this story, where we become two bodies one soul. Thank you to everyone for giving so much love and affection to the previous parts. I am highly obliged to all of my readers. Your love made my heart filled with pride. In this part also I too provided you all the details. I hope you will give loads of love and feedbacks by your email and comments. Here I continue. Occasionally in life,...
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It was a dark night as I made my way quickly down the cobbled street. Figures, the moon would be hidden tonight, hell a full moon at that. Turning I could swear that there was someone following me. Shit, now wasn’t the time to get caught out without my protection. Hurriedly I made my way to the door of my flat. Phew, at least here I was partially safe. I could feel the magic influence and my wards. For a moment just a moment I thought I caught the sight of a female. That was all I needed was...
June 2nd, 2009. Bourne Mansions; Iver, Buckinghamshire. I rolled off a star-fished Annamarie and got to my feet. I was covered in sweat, confusion, embarrassment and depression. It had started so well. Then, about five minutes into what had been an experience of supreme bliss for us both, my tungsten steel prick melted like a snowball in a furnace. One minute Annamarie was moaning in mounting rapture as I ravished her G spot with every thrust, and then nada, zilch, sod all. I stared...
‘Oh, how nice to see you here,’ said a female voice. I looked round in surprise to see a woman apparently pinned against the wall by a leering young guy dressed like a derelict gypsy. I was at an art preview and had I been wandering around somewhat apathetically with a glass of lousy champagne in my hand. I was only there because a friend of mine, Ted, was exhibiting, and the works on display were of about the same quality as the champagne. I was wondering what I could say to him that...
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Tommy had walked her to her door, and she had thanked him once more for the pleasant evening and had given him a warm hug with a lingering kiss. As he had turned and walked away to leave, Jackie had closed her eyes and said a prayer for a peaceful night of sleep without interruption. She had really needed some rest and felt as if she could sleep for days on end. She had decided not to take a bath, but rather go straight to bed. She had put on her pajamas and, leaving the bed stand light on,...
Tommy had walked her to her door, and she had thanked him once more for the pleasant evening and had given him a warm hug with a lingering kiss. As he had turned and walked away to leave, Jackie had closed her eyes and said a prayer for a peaceful night of sleep without interruption. She had really needed some rest and felt as if she could sleep for days on end. She had decided not to take a bath, but rather go straight to bed. She had put on her pajamas and, leaving the bed stand light on,...
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She steps out of the shower, everything freshly shaved and clean. She dries herself off and starts to prepare; tonight is the night he comes. First she puts on the outfit that he told her he wanted, complete with no panties, just the way he likes it. She rubs some honeysuckle flavoring on her moist pussy; he will be pleased with this surprise. She then starts to prepare her face. No makeup that would make him unhappy, just the lightest sugary gloss on her lips so they glisten, not too much, as...